Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was only a waitress in a caf
Poured coffee from dusk dawn
But she was heart twenty four hours a day
For she for her trucker who'd gone

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She'd sing with a in her eye
The were burning
The big wheels were
Her sweetheart would bye and bye

He'd park his great semi off Route Four
She'd blush with a sweet little
For at half eleven he'd walk in the door
And he'd order a corned on rye

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She'd sing a gleam in her eye
The was blaring
His eyes were staring
The corned beef would bye and bye

All the drivers remember that night, so say
She'd said her to them all
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her still stood in the hall

And the passed by even as the trucks passed by
Out on the
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
Shook the rain from their hats and as the girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words that said

"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel out
your damn nose up by the predicament tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he knifed that son of a bitch
Slicker owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you don't suppose he had a little ol' hog
on him down the line somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, don't you that them truckers they got
To out a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces"

Now there is a small truck stop on Route Sixty
If you to be passing by
But there's a trucker who never stops in
And a waitress who wished she why

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone who's
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
someone who's listening
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky